It all started about a year ago after my friend's dad died. I was homeless but had a job and my buddy had asked me to move in to help cover bills and everything.
Once I had my couple bags of clothes moved in, we decided to go downtown to this old insane asylum that turned into a retirement home turned into a apartment complex... I guess they didn't have enough money to keep building up, been empty for years. We went downstairs into the basement and we instantly got a feeling as if we were being followed.
Now I'm not scared of anything, honestly, but something kept feeling, every time we turned around to walk away, that it would start following us again. So immediately I turn around and start running, hoping to run into who ever was following us. I ran for a couple seconds down the hall and there was nothing. I decided to shrug it off thinking the dark was getting the best of me.
So I meet back up with buddy after a few minutes and we get to this old room where I guess they kept dead bodies back in the day. Looked like something in a funeral home. I decided to open all of the doors and they were all empty except for the last one. I had found a necklace. It was an old hemp like string with a triangle pottery at least the size of my hand on it. As we look at this necklace and as soon as I pick it up we instantly hear someone talking behind us. We turn around thinking we are busted by police, but no one ever came around the corner.
As we leave there was a constant feeling someone was following us. At this point it was so bad my buddy told me I should run back and put the necklace back in the door and come back. So I said ok, and started back down the hallway and put the necklace back.
Now, as soon as I turned around after putting the necklace back, the door slams shut. Me, thinking it's my buddy playing jokes on me, decide to kick the door and tried calling his name to open it... Nothing but silence... After a few minutes of jiggling the door handle and pushing with all of my might, the door just suddenly popped open and I walk out to see my buddy turning down the corner coming to check on me. I told him what happened and he swears it wasn't him. We leave and go home.
A few nights after that had happened, things started happening around my house. At first I just shrugged it off, but things just kept happening. We joked around at first saying that my buddy's dad was haunting us and messing with us but then it would just get worse.
At night, my dog would wake up and start growling and barking at the closet, which didn't have a door on it. Once again I shrugged it off thinking my dog's barking at my cat or a mouse or something. Next night, same thing happens again. This time my dog was asleep and I was playing Xbox one and I turned around thinking I heard my dog move, but when I turned around, my dog woke up out of sleep and started barking hysterically at my closet again. My roommate walks in my room and looks at me with this really weird face. I ask him what's up? And he just looks at the closet and points, turned around and went back into his room. I immediately jump up and walk into his room, asking him why he walked in and didn't say anything. He was in his bed, dead asleep.
At this point I'm kind of getting scared a little bit. I walk into my room, with dog still going crazy and start looking where he pointed.
As I walk toward my closet my jacket I was wearing the night we went out fell to the floor. I look back at my dog, who suddenly yelps and runs out of the room with tail tucked in her butt. I start going crazy yelling at my closet screaming, You're not welcome here! Get the F&*@ out of my closet and crawl back from whatever you came from!" just going off.
My roommate walks into my room asking what's wrong. I told him about him coming into my room and pointing at my closet and he just stares at me like I'm dumb. He didn't remember doing that, so I go pick up my jacket off the floor and the necklace that I put back into the door, falls out of my pocket. I look at my roommate and he's looking at me. He said, "I thought you put that back." Told him I did. We both just look at this necklace and the whole room gets really cold... We both immediately leave the house and stay in a hotel for the night.
The next day I go back to the building that the necklace came from but it was getting tore down.
I need help, every night my dog wakes up and continually barks like it's her job. I still have the necklace and I'm really tired of everything going on, does anyone know what to do or whatnot to do...